Word: missuses
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...Sweep Up Your Missus." She was never "an appendage, this green-eyed one," admitted Shaw. She dragged him, coldly protesting, on endless travels to far-off places, where he was invariably miserable. When they had been married a dozen years, G.B.S. had a rip-roaring affair-on paper, at least-with Mrs. Patrick Campbell, making scant attempt to hide his infatuation from Charlotte's "sensitive person." (For once, he spared his wife the embarrassment of handling his love letters...
...after Charlotte's death, G.B.S. told, instead, the story of an Indian prince's favorite wife. "When banqueting with him," wrote G.B.S., "she caught fire and was burned to ashes before she could be extinguished. The prince took in the situation at once. 'Sweep up your missus,' he said to his weeping staff, 'and bring in the roast pheasant.' " Shaw, whose pheasant consisted of a $600,000 trust fund from his wife, went so far as to say that he could never have been married to anyone else. Who else, for that matter, could...
...looked pretty enough in starched whites to be doing a guest shot in one of those TV dramasurgeries. But Kathryn Crosby, 29, Bing's second wife, was playing the part for real. With Der Bingle out front for a change, the missus took stage center to receive a diploma from the Queen of Angels Hospital Nursing School in Los Angeles. Already an actress, model, student pilot, and mother of three little latter Crosbys, busy Kathryn plans to continue her chores at Queen of Angels as a graduate nurse without fee. "I love it," says...
...funeral in Cape Town recently, a young Colored woman ran up to her father's sister, whom she had not seen in several months. "Hello, auntie!" she cried. Tossing her head contemptuously, the older woman snapped: "Don't call me auntie. Call me missus...
Some four months after her husband, George, won the Michigan governorship, his sprightly missus, Lenore Romney, 52, explained how to keep winning the marital match. "Don't serve your husband a drink in a jelly glass," she told a group of conventioning beauticians in Detroit, "or serve his meals while you've got curlers on. He's the one who cares the most about you, and you owe it to him to look your very best." Then, wiggling her new light brown wiglet, Mrs. Romney let the ladies in on another secret: "It's the first...